black curve and edge

drunk

At that bar
Sadness
Was there.

Like smoke this night
as opulent
as a disguise of pure
phantom with the smell
of that guy
that was weird and touching
women.

I went out
part of things
and little
essence

drank
like a puppet
a whole morsel
of crumbs in
a pocket

an idiot
with ideas
and I was
thinking how
much I paid
for that drink

seriously
a long pause

quote “ death is not, to be considered a transition to a state completely new and foreign to us, but rather a return to one originally our own from which life has been only a brief absence. ‘”

basically he
smelled like
burnt almonds

and somewhat scared
and sacred

the air like petal was woman
in my arms
the love
of invisible.

Contemporary Poetry

5 thoughts on “black curve and edge

  1. Gracias Pablo.
    I will do so soon.
    Have you heard the news about the Qatar poet getting 15 years –reduced from life in prison–for “Tunisian Jasimine”? I caught the headlines on DN! Very troubling.
    Eva

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